Actually I thought I was at 32 weeks last week. So for some reason I was a little disappointed when the nurse at the doctor's office said i was 31 weeks and 4 days. (On Wednesday) sighz.
Baby brain has kicked in something fierce. I went to Costco solo the other day (Husband was sick). I got a number of heavy items so I asked for someone to help me to the car. then I got out in the parking lot and couldn't remember exactly where I parked it! Thank god I didn't make the poor guy follow me all over the place, it was only a row over. Still. Embarrassing.
I then proceeded to scrape the hell out of the wheel well on the car trying to get it in the garage.
I am also turning into an emotional basket case. I think I have cried almost every day this week over such things as:
- concern over Husband
- kindness of friends
- baby brain (see above)
Very tired. Very uncomfortable. Very thankful I am at home! I keep trying to remember what it was like at this stage with Miss D and I was still at work. I'm sure it was hell.